We are the masters of our thoughts. It’s good to remember it when we are in sorrow. We can decide the direction of our thoughts.
G.
Some people enter in our lives and share with us part of our journey, then for various reasons, the paths divide. We can decide whether to languidly abandon ourselves to sadness, to fill our heads with a thousand questions and regrets, or to look ahead and bring with us all the good that they left us with. (altro…)
Winter, here on the Alps, seems like an endless season. During these first part of the year, there has not been so much snow, but a freezing wind. Tiny little ice crystal give me the illusion of candid landscape. It’s a less intense white, not uniform at all, but it’s my own make-believe wintery world, and it’s beautiful anyway. (altro…)
Same place, different moments, and different lights. If before it was night embracing everything with its silence, now everything is waking up as to a new life.